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Then he scampered away, but paused to call back gravely, "Remember Sergeant Black, mother." "Yes, Grahamie, I'll try to," she replied brightly. At that moment he was the lesser child of the two. And so the winter crept slowly on, and the brief, brilliant summer flitted in, then out, like a golden dream.
"Crying when we are all so happy." "Mother is a little upset, dear. You must try to forget you ever saw her eyes wet." "I'll forget," said the boy with a finality she could not question. "The ship is so full of good things, mother. We'll think of that, and forget, won't we?" he added. "All the things in the ship are not good, Grahamie, boy. If they were, mother would not cry," she said.
But it always seemed at these moments that Grahamie would providentially rush in to her with some glad story of sport or adventure, and she would snatch him tightly in her arms and say, "No, no, boy of mine, I don't want even a girlie, if I may only keep you."
Then some indescribable quality seemed to make him momentarily too large, too tall, for the narrow ship's berth. Then: "And he fought it out alone, mother, just alone single-handed?" "Yes, Grahamie," she said, softly. "Fought alone!" he said almost to himself. Then aloud: "Thank you, mother, for telling me that story.
It was a relief, then, from her rather sombre musing at the ship's rail, when the major lightly placed both hands on her shoulders and said, "Grahamie has toddled off to the stateroom. The sea air is weighting down his eyelids." "Sea air?" laughed Mrs. Lysle. "Don't you believe it, Horace. The young monkey had been just scampering about the deck with the men until his little legs are tired out.
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